Different worlds have given rise to many different civilizations, as well as many special industries, and for any profession, the necessary ethics are a must.

And for a veteran intelligence collector, it is not difficult to find a very characteristic missing person in the midst of war, so after 2 days of Serent's commission, the Knights of the Darkblade, who were resting near the hills, got the news they wanted.

"The whole hill is a pot of porridge!"

Once Celent had seen the Assassin sit on a stone in the dark, his fingers playing with the dagger, the sharp blade beating in his hand like a butterfly through a flower.

"The warriors of the Alliance, the orcs of the tribe, and I've even seen the looting trolls, any person with a brain at this point will honestly stay at home, behind a fortified castle, but then again, even the honorable King of Alterac can't escape assassination in his palace, where else is it safe?"

A hint of helplessness flashed in the assassin's eyes, and he raised his head to look at the four figures standing in the darkness, to be honest, he was a little afraid to come alone in the dark to see these strange dead people.

But Ravenhold's rule is that when you take a task, you have to do it yourself, unless you die.

"Oh? What happened to the king of Alterac? ”

A hoarse voice in the darkness asked with interest, "Go on, I'm actually quite curious." ”

This answer made the chatter stagnate for a moment, and the next moment, a cold wine jug was thrown into his hand, and he shook the flask in his hand with a strange expression, and said suspiciously:

"I never knew that dead people drink?"

"Ordinary dead people don't, but you can think of us as special ones."

The hoarse voice sounded again, and the Assassin shrugged his shoulders and twisted the flask, the wine infested by the cold power of the Death Knight became very cold and tasted different.

As for poisoning... No kidding, if the Assassin from Ravenhold couldn't even distinguish the poisoned wine, he would have been kicked out of the manor a long time ago.

Don't look at this guy as a chatter, he's actually a veteran assassin too.

"Well, it's comfortable!"

The chatter assassin took a sip of wine, feeling the special cryogenic liquid enter his body, making his whole body feel excited, and his spirit became better.

"Thank you for the wine, man."

As he spoke, the assassin hung the elven-style flask on his belt, and everything was so natural that it seemed to belong to him.

"Then let's move on, King Alterac, Aiden. His Majesty Pirenod, the king who had betrayed his country and alliance, had been assassinated by more than 12 assassins in his well-defended chamber last night, just a little bit! ”

The chatter assassin stretched out his hand and gestured his fingers:

"Only a few inches away, His Majesty Aiden is about to go to hell, but unfortunately, the assassination attempt failed, his cousin saved him, it is said that it was a reclusive royal, His Majesty Aiden called him Lord Presto, the relationship between the two seems to be very close, he intervened at a critical moment and saved the mad king."

Speaking of this, the chatter assassin pursed his lips:

"It's a pity, that's a lot of money."

"If it doesn't work once, twice."

Standing in the dark, Tyrion's eyes shrank sharply when he heard the name "Presto", but he quickly said casually: "I don't believe that the assassins of Ravenhold will be afraid of a defeat, speaking of which, is Mr. "Duke" okay lately? ”

Tyrion's question paused the dagger in the hand of the chattering assassin for a moment, and in the darkness, the assassin's gaze looked Tyrion up and down, and after a few seconds, he snorted:

"I don't know who you are, guest, but Mr. Duke doesn't have a friend like you... And as far as I know, it wasn't the people of the manor who assassinated His Majesty Aiden, if it was really our hands, His Majesty Aiden would be dead, in short, there was something wrong with the Lord Presto who suddenly appeared... Of course, it has nothing to do with us. ”

The Assassin's answer was a little subtle, he was obviously testing Tyrion's details, but the Death Knight did not answer, instead, he coughed lightly and asked directly:

"Out of the way, it's time to talk about who we're looking for, where is Rogge?"

"From what we've got, it's a pity that Roglio. Mr. Sunfury is dead, and died before 18 months. ”

The Assassin's voice grew serious, and he reached out and tossed something in his hand, which Tyrion took in his hand, a dusty family crest, the Sunfury Fire Emblem, and an accessory that Roglio never left his body, which made Tyrion's eyes tighten.

"Where is he? Who killed him? ”

"No one knows where he's buried."

The chatter assassin said slowly:

"But he was last seen on the night when the High Elves were attacked by the orcs, and he dragged his wounded body to Dunhold Castle for help, and more than one of the guards saw him, but unfortunately Mr. Roglio has not been seen since that night."

"The coat of arms on your hand, I found it from an orphanage in the Lordan Lenstansom area, and according to the child, it was a toy left to him by his father... And his father, who served at Dunhold Castle and was killed in the first battle of the Orc invasion, do you understand? ”

"Edres. Blackmore, right? ”

Tyrion's voice grew cold:

"It's fate that a miscellaneous thing can kill the best ranger under my command, but about the grievances between this general and us, we will deal with it ourselves, what I want to say now is that your commission has not been completed yet! Where exactly is Rogge buried? ”

"It's definitely near the castle, but to be honest, there's not much we can do about it at this time of year... There are now 2,000 soldiers stationed at Dunhold Castle, and the two of us alone can't sneak into it to investigate, but there is a very important role in this matter, and although I am not 100% sure, I think that if anyone knows where your Ranger is buried, he must be the most likely person to know! ”

The Assassin stood up, put his finger in his mouth, and whistled, and a moment later, his fellow Assassin, who had always been silent, dragged a bag into the forest and threw it at the feet of the Death Knights.

"Chaldeans. Pastor Morgan, who was in charge of treating soldiers and civilians at Dunhold Castle during the time of Mr. Rogerio's disappearance, must have been in contact with Mr. Roglio, and said that the priest had been lucky lately, and he had caught a ride with Varian, the prince of the Stormwind Kingdom. Wrynn's path is now the most trusted priest of His Royal Highness, and if it weren't for the fact that the prince was sent to Kul Tiras in an emergency, we wouldn't have caught him so easily in Lordaeron. ”

"We're done, guests!"

The chattering assassin waved his hand at the Death Knight:

"It's time to say goodbye."

"Wait!"

Just before the two Assassins disappeared into the forest, the Death Knight called out to them, and both Assassins clenched their weapons at the same time, but Tyrion just looked at their backs and whispered:

"Leave a way to get in touch, friend, maybe there are many things I want you to help with in the future."

"Oh?"

The chatter Assassin breathed a sigh of relief, he turned his head to look at Tyrion, his brow furrowed, and the voice beneath the mask became pleasant:

"You can all know the big man who is known about the name of the "duke", do you still have something to ask us rookies for help? It seems that my skills and experience are still being recognized, which is really gratifying..."

"Buzz"

A pulsing dark silver coin was tossed out by the Chattering Assassin and tumbled into Tyrion's hand:

"The secret word is 'Sword of the Owner', you know, any tavern in the big cities of the Eastern Continent can find our people, as long as you can recognize them, you can find me... As for the name, just call me Tails. ”

The silver coin carved with a shadow raven was flipped around by Tyrion in his hand and then tossed to Serent beside him, who ignored the two assassins and crouched down, reached out and unfastened his pocket, dragging the unconscious Chaldean priest out of his pocket.

"Smack"

A cold slap was slapped in the priest's face, and with severe pain, the Chaldean priest suddenly woke up from that strange coma, and his cheeks already had subtle chilblains, and the cold that pierced the soul made the priest's whole body begin to tremble.

He saw the man crouching in front of him, the appearance of the High Elves, the death energy wrapped around his emaciated cheeks, and his ice-blue eyes, which were indistinguishable from the dead.

The Chaldean priest swallowed hard, he turned his head, and saw that Celent and Luminas behind him had been brought here by three elven death knights in the middle of the night, even if the priest was a fool, he should know that secret hidden deep in his heart... exposed.

"You're not a warrior!"

When Tyrion saw the priest's panicked eyes, he knew that this priest was definitely not a strong-willed person, such a person was not capable of killing Rogge, and with the old ranger's body, even if he was seriously injured, he could easily kill the priest.

So I just asked... Where is Rogrio? ”

"Rog... Mr. Rogge... I, I don't know, I don't know anything, that's none of my business! ”

When the Chaldean priest heard this name, it was like being hit in the shadow wound of the heart, he screamed in horror like a rabbit, this performance made Celent next to him roll his eyes, this pastor, is really cowardly.

"Kid, listen to me."

Tyrion reached out and grabbed the Chaldean priest by the collar, lifted him up from the ground, and made him stand in the darkness of the night, and he reached out and patted the dust on the Chaldean priest's robe, and finally, he stretched out his hand and put it on the shoulder of the Chaldean priest, and he looked at the priest and whispered:

"I just need to know now, Rogrio. Where was Sun Fury, after being killed, buried? As for whether you have anything to do with it, whether you are innocent or not, it has nothing to do with me, understand? When Rogge wakes up, it's up to him to judge your life and death."

"Ahh

The incomparably cold pierced into the body of the Chaldean priest through his shoulder, and encountered the instinctive counterattack of the holy light in his body, for a while, the priest's body was surrounded by bright and warm holy light, but it had no attack power, and after Tyrion increased the input of death energy, the young priest's face turned pale, and half of his body was frozen.

"You don't want to die, do you?"

Tyrion's voice rang out again:

"You see, you will become a court priest in the future, you will have a very bright future, and I remember, it is also a great sin in the Holy Light Doctrine to see death, don't you want to repent?"

In the face of the death knight's questioning, the pale Chaldean priest couldn't help but think of that cold and dark night, the pain and fear that seemed like the next day made him can't help but clench the rosary in his hand, after that incident, for a year and a half, he would think of the innocent and tragic death of the ranger almost every night.

He hated his own powerlessness, his cowardice and fear, and even more so General Blackmore, who had killed the Ranger with all his might and now wanted the Chaldean priest to suffer this pain.

It was a difficult day to endure the condemnation of the Light and the questioning of the self, and the Chaldean pastor had had enough of it.

After a few seconds, he raised his head and looked at Tyrion in front of him with difficulty, and after a moment, there was a decisive look in his eyes:

"I'm willing to take you to... But Mr. Rogge was buried in the church at Dunhold Castle, the poor man I buried with my own hands, but now there are 2,000 garrisons at Dunhold Castle, and you can't get in. ”

Tyrion looked up, he looked at the moonlight above the hilly forest, he had vaguely expected Rog to escape death, but now it seemed that the poor ranger had not been able to return to his homeland in the end.

He had been alone in this land far from his homeland for 18 months, how lonely it must have been.

"Death Knights, did you hear that?"

Tyrion's voice sounded in the woods: "Our brother is dead, he died in obscurity and quietly, he is still buried in the castle where 2,000 people are stationed, I am going to take him home, which of you will go with me?" ”

Celent and Luminas silently drew their weapons from their waists, and Glokush stood there like a mountain with his arms crossed, waiting for orders, and the two Salein reached out and pulled down their mage hats, and in the darkness of the night, the Dark Rangers, who had replenished to 25 people, appeared one by one.

"Then let's go, go and take him home."

Tyrion strode forward, his cloak fluttering in the night, his gray hair fluttering in the wind, and behind him, the murderous Death Knights followed their leader, who had been slaughtering the Horde until now, and now it was time to teach the arrogant nobles of the Alliance a lesson.

That's... Don't mess with death!